The Wish Button Strikes Back

Chapter 3

There he was, back in the void again, waiting for something to pull him into his dream. The day, despite having a rocky start, went relatively well. Until he got home from school.

"Icabod Josiah Griggs." His mother gritted through her teeth as soon as he walked through the door. Uh oh, he thought, his face getting hot and sweat dripping down his neck. "I know you shit your bed." She coldly stated. He swallowed a lump in his throat, "Uhh, I-" "You disgusting little cretin, you splattered shit all over your fucking bed. Are you a fucking baby, you gonna cry? Do it again maybe you assmonkey?" 

What the frick is an assmonkey, he pondered. The universe suddenly stopped waiting and swiftly threw Icabod onto, something soft? He landed in a giant spruce crib with a comfy, just right mattress. Feeling the nice ground below him he let go of his arm muscles and laid on his stomach. He noticed his thick diaper pulling that move but he didn't care. He rested there for about 10 minutes or so, just enjoying how good he felt. Suddenly he heard squeaking, like a rusty old wagons wheel. He didn't have time to think about that, as he was suddenly picked up. "Wh-." A warm bottle of chocolate milk was shoved into his mouth. He was surprised at first, but seeing no other choice, he began suckling. But he quickly realized how good the brown liquid was. The wish button is cruel and mischievous at times, but despite being an object, it still has a heart.